My Father's Dictionary - Chapter 12
Title: My Father's Dictionary.
Author: Soph
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Nup, only a few of them.
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: Oscar Cole travels to Montreal after the death of his mother, to go live with his estranged Father
Dedication: To chocolat_attack, because she deserves it!! ^^
Finally! I am so sorry all, my computer's been down for the count recently, and I haven't been able to post.
But here we go! New chapter!
CHAPTER 12
So we've put an end to it this time.
I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine.
You said this hill looks far too steep
if I'm not even sure it's me you wanna keep.
And it's been ten days without you in my reach,
and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
But time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the rose
I let you go,
but you're still the only one that feels like home.
You won't talk me into it next time,
if I'm going away your hearts coming too.
'Cos I miss your hands I miss your face.
When I get back let's disappear without a trace.
'Cos it's been ten days without you in my reach,
and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
But time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the rose,
tried letting go
But you're still the only one that feels like home.
So tell me, did you really think...
oh tell me, did you really think
I had gone when you couldn't see me anymore?
When you couldn't...
'Cos baby time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
And I've tried cutting the rose,
I let you go but you're still the only one
that feels like home, yeah,
You're still the only one that feels like home,
you're still the only one I've gotta love.
Oh yeah...
As soon as she closed her eyes and ears to the world around her, they were reawakened by Oliver-Beau’s young voice screaming.
Emmy sighed softly, her warm breath left behind on the pillow. Opening squinty green eyes, she glanced at the room around her.
It was painted deep blue.
The redhead grinned despite herself, and despite the baby crying in the cradle beside her. The style of the room had been Pierre’s choice, she would’ve preferred something brighter - yellow perhaps. But…it had been his choice, as she had chosen virtually everything else in the house, and now it was awkward to be here when he was not.
She groaned, gripping the mattress beneath herself and rising into a sitting position. Bleary eyes focused on the cradle, and she reached out to the baby.
“Hi buba, no more tears, ‘kay?” Emmy whispered soothingly.
It had been a week since she’d come home from the hospital, and she was glad. Hospitals had never done anything for her, she shuddered, gah. They seemed cold to her.
Oliver-Beau’s red face gradually regained natural colour and his cries dyed down, but Emmy didn’t let go.
It’d be a dirty lie if she claimed not to miss Pierre, but it’d be worse, she assured herself, if she had said nothing, done nothing about Chuck. It wasn’t like she’d had a choice.
Placing the baby back in the cot, Emmy prepared to lie back down, but Charlotte’s timid voice from the doorway stopped that.
“Mama…”
Emmy sighed, “Yea, love?”
“Mama,” Charlotte shifted on her tiny feet. “Mama, can I sleep here tonight? Just tonight?”
“Sure, buba.”
Leaning back enough, and pulling the covers slightly, the red head allowed her daughter to creep in beside her. The two lay in silence for a bit before Charlotte’s little voice spoke up.
“When will Daddy come home, Mama?”
Emmy closed her eyes firmly. “Not sure, buba.”
The girl seemed to tense slightly, before she continued talking, “He’s been gone for ten whole days!”
“I know, buba.”
“Why isn’t he back?”
“Just because.”
Charlotte seemed to accept this, as she lay back and fell asleep swiftly, Emmy doubted she’d remember this when she’d wake up.
*&*&*&*
The Rosengard was hardly what you’d call a classy motel, and as Pierre lay on the moth-eaten mattress, he was all too aware of this fact.
Rolling his shoulders as he sat up, he ignored the pretty, big-breasted woman on the bed beside him. Looking at the table beside him, he groped for the pen and paper pad, before jotting down a short note. Just a goodbye to…to…good grief he didn’t even remember her name.
He scoffed slightly at the irony of this all. Years ago, this was how he lived. Sleeping with whichever girl he could get his paws on, and, being who he was, it was often a fair few.
He wasn’t like David and Seb, not then and not now either. He couldn’t happily love someone forever, much less someone of the same gender. I was so shocked, he thought, slightly surprised, when they told me they were together, I didn’t want to be homophobic. He puffed out his cheeks, but he had felt odd around them after they’d ‘come out’. Being him, he’d put it down to the fact that they hadn’t told him earlier, it had taken him awhile to realise why it was really difficult.
I wanted that with Chuck
And without wasting any more time, he shrugged out of the blankets, and walked out the door. This was it, he wasn’t gonna waste time away from Emmy not doing as she’d asked. This thing with Chuck, he’d figure it out, for all of their sakes.
*&*&*&*
Sebastien woke with a start, and, without waking David, he tip-toed to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, his face was wet and blotchy with tears, eyes far too bloodshot to be healthy. Fuck, he was sick of crying.
“Gnnn…” David’s voice sounded from the other room, and Sebastien shut his eyes tight, praying that his lover would just fall straight back to sleep.
“Se’as’ten?”
No such luck.
“Go back to sleep, Davey.” He wished he could have kept the waver from his voice.
“Sebastien…Seb, what’s wrong?”
Blankets were tossed back, and socked feet shuffled across the bedroom floor and into the ensuite. Sebastien watched in the mirror as David wrapped his arms around him.
“What’s wrong?”
Two words. The two words that broke the camels back, that broke the barrier and encouraged the next flood of tears.
“He took our baby, Davey, he took our baby!”
David sighed hoarsely, tightening his grip on his lover. “He was hardly a baby, Seb.”
“But he was ours. Ours.”
“Not denying that.”
David didn’t move as Sebastien tried to put himself back together.
“He can’t do that!”
“It’s been a week and a half, Seb, you need to stop crying.”
David cringed as Sebastien let out a small howl and pushed away.
“You think I’m not trying! Cos…cos I am! I…I…”
The blue-eyed man sniffled slightly, and sat on the cold tiles of the bathroom. David sighed, kneeling softly in front of him. “Do you wanna go back to bed?”
“No, I want Oscar back.”
“So do I, and we’re trying, but there’s only so much people can do, Seb. Carey had it written in the will, and if I get him back now, we’ll both be arrested!”
David’s tone was getting shorter, he was tired, and had made himself sick thinking on this. It wasn’t fair. Oscar was his kid, damn it! The elder sighed as Sebastien’s whimpers died down, perhaps he’d finished crying for the night. So the two sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Sebastien,” David started, he’d thought this conversation through so many times, and as they were both sitting here, his lover quite submissive and mellow, he could think of no better time. “Sebastien, we will get Oscar back, y’know?”
The younger nodded.
“Yea, and…I promised I’d get him before Pat and Mallory’s wedding, so it’ll be in a couple of weeks hopefully.”
Sebastien nodded again.
“Uh, what I’m trying to say is…well, when you said that, about…getting a baby. Uh, were you serious?”
Sebastien looked up at David, and, very slowly, he nodded.
David drew in a breath, “Uh…well, are you still, I mean, do you still…do you still want a baby?”
And again, Sebastien nodded slowly.
David sighed, a very tiny, perhaps unnoticeable grin forming on his face. “Then, maybe when we get Oscar back…we could have a look. I mean, if you still want-“ David was cut off, when another mouth crashed against his own.
After a few minutes, and they both lost their breath, David smiled impishly down at his lover.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
*&*&*&*
::knock::knock::
Pierre stood outside of Chuck’s large brick house, rubbing his hands together for warmth, before knocking again.
::knock::knock::knock::
Getting the gist that this wasn’t working, Pierre glanced quickly around the front yard and grabbed the first pebble that he came across. Walking to the side of the house and finding Chuck’s bedroom window purely from memory, he threw the small pebble into the air, and up to the second floor bedroom.
Chuck had always been sensitive to things like this, and it only took a few minutes for that familiar and all to welcome face to peer out of the window and into the late October morning frost.
“…Pierre? Pierre, what are you doing here?”
The man in question glanced around quietly, any excuse to avert his eyes. “Uh. I came to see you Chuck.”
The younger blinked, “At half past two in the morning?”
“Yea, I guess.”
Chuck sighed, “I’ll be down in a minute, go back to the front.”
Treading back smoothly to the front door, Pierre waited silently, most unlike him, he contemplated, to be this quiet and thoughtful. He grinned, Emmy would never believe it.
He frowned. It would do him no good to be thinking that sort of things now, not here.
His attention was brought back to the present as the door opened and Chuck slipped out with only a muttered, “Hello.”
“Hey.”
The pair stood in silence for a while, before Chuck finally caved, not having the will power that Pierre currently had.
“Why are you here, Pierre?”
“What are we, Chuck?”
“Well, people, last time I checked. Men of the band Simple Plan and - “
Pierre frowned deeply and shook his head, “I’m not gonna bother correcting you when you know what I mean.”
Chuck sighed in both frustration and resignation before re-opening the door to the house and gesturing for Pierre to come inside.
Neither knew who started it, and it wouldn’t matter to either of them till the morning. All they felt was icy lips attaching forcefully, flesh painfully pinned against flesh and tongues violently wrestling their way into the others mouth. Something so fiery and heated and alive from something so frozen and dead.
They’d regret it in the morning.
*&*&*&*
Denise sat on the navy quilted bed, flicking through a magazine in quite a bored manner. Sully at her feet, leaning against the bedpost. Neither had said a word since her arrival.
After Mimi had been taken to the bulimic-anorexic clinic, Denise had moved to a hotel, courtesy of her mother, to get her girlfriend settled. She had returned that morning to discover that Oscar had been kidnapped by his uncle, and was back in California, and on top of that, Sully was abnormally depressed.
She had been at Sully’s house for the last twenty minutes, and neither had uttered a word to the other, they’d both just sort of gravitated to Sully’s bedroom. Her heading straight to the boys music magazines, and him sitting on the floor, apparently deep in thought.
“I kissed him.”
Denise raised an eyebrow, turning around and looking at Sully, “What?”
The boy squirmed slightly before standing up, and sitting on his study desk. “I kissed him.”
She stared, throwing the magazine onto the floor, and sitting up straight, “Who?”
“Oscar.” He murmured, “At the airport, before he left. I kissed him?”
“No shit? So, like a - a peck, or make-out sesh, or a passionately brief thing”
Sully grabbed a packet of chewing gum from the desk, unraveling it and tossing it in his mouth. “A passionate-brief, but with a bit of tongue tossed in for good measure.”
Denise laughed aloud, picking the magazine back up off the floor, and pulling it open.
“So?” He asked, gesturing with his hands for her to continue.
“So?” She looked at him questionably.
“So, is that it? I just pashed one of our friends, before he got on a plane to got to California, and all you can say is,” He made his voice go high and preppy, though it sounded nothing like her, the imitation was clear. “No shit? How’d you kiss him?”
She laughed again, “Jesus, Sully, it’s no big.”
“Maybe not for you! You know, a real friend would at least be supportive! Give advice or something! I mean, fuck Denise, he’s in mother fucking California?”
She tossed the magazine to the floor again, a little more ruthlessly this time, and gave him an unwavering stare.
“Ok Sully, you want support? You want fucking advice? So, you kissed Oscar, and now he’s in California. Only one question, as far as I’m concerned, what are you gonna do about it?”
*&*&*&*
“Oh you just have to get the Lucinda model!” Rene said aloud. Rene was Jeff’s wife, and the mother of their nine-year-old daughter Jossette. The three of them had returned from their Hawaiian vacation earlier that morning, and now the woman was assisting Mallory in selecting her wedding dress.
Mallory stared at the dress that Rene held in front of her. Long and strappy, white of course, with an expensive lace trim. The Lucinda model was a wedding gown that women gave their first-born child too, and unfortunately, Mallory knew this all too well. So she shrugged slightly, ignoring her sisters cries of protests, instead looking straight to Emmy who sat on the elaborate sofa-bench of the wedding shop, looking ever so far away.
“Emmy, babe. Whadd’ya think?” Mallory said.
The red-heads face shot up as her head plummeted back down to reality. She flushed upon realization, shocked that she’d, mentally, been so far gone.
“Sorry Mal…uh, it’s a gorgeous dress…it really is.”
Mallory grimaced, eyeing the dress from all sides. There really was something wrong with it, why was she the only one that could see it? It just wasn’t right. The dress that is, she and Pat had always been kinda scungy when it came to this sort of stuff though, so perhaps she should take her sisters and friends word. But, then again, it was her wedding.
“No.” The bride-to-be stated bluntly.
“What?!” Faye cried, in both mock and real anger.
Mallory turned to see them, face slightly smug. “I’m not gonna get a dress that isn’t me…” she looked around the room, before her eyes lit up, coming across a lone gown at the other end of the shop. “Here.” She shoved the Lucinda back into Rene’s arms before speeding off, grabbing it swiftly she practically ran to the change rooms.
“Girls, I have found the dress!”
The others could almost see her grinning from the other side of the curtain. Rene rolled her eyes. “Well show us then!”
And even Emmy couldn’t help but gasp when Mallory walked out of the room.
“No way in Hell are you wearing that Mal!” Danielle shrieked.
The dress wasn’t ugly by a long shot, and Mallory wore it nicely. But it was just so, so… plain . Not the sort of dress that Danielle wished for her big sisters wedding.
“Dani, calm down, it’s my choice and I choose this one…the… Gretellin model.”
Danielle scrunched up her face, “Even the name is so average.”
Rene shrugged, “Is Gretellin even a name?”
Faye laughed, clearly still too excited about the wedding to make a fuss over anything. “I for one quite like the thing.”
The bride-to-be turned suddenly, moving to face Emmy who had come to stand just left of the group.
“What’d ya think, Em? Fab, or what?”
Emmy grinned, “It’s a nice dress, Mal.”
Mallory looked thoughtful for a moment, before heading back into the changing rooms. “I’ll get this one. Oh, Rene, Faye, Dani, you wanna head to the café across the road. Emmy can help me pack up.”
The other three nodded and headed out the door, fussing, fretting and bustling over the newest development of the wedding. Meanwhile, Emmy sighed, knowing full well what was to come.
“I’m fine, Mallory.”
“I noticed from your sudden bouts of depression.”
Emmy laughed slightly, mostly in a vain attempt to quell some of Mallory’s worrying. “I’m fine! No depression, fine.”
“Please tell me what’s up, Emmy.”
If Mallory wasn’t still in the changing rooms, Emmy could’ve sworn she’d seen, or heard the other girl pout.
“Look, I guess I’m a little upset over Pierre, but it’s ok. All this wedding stuff is kinda making me remember bits and pieces.”
The curtain to the change rooms pulled open, revealing an oddly disheveled Mallory. “You miss him?”
Emmy sighed, “Yea.”
*&*&*&*
Sebastien sat in the park silently, reading the third Harry Potter book. He had read it plenty of times before, but he’d never get over it. JK. Rowling was his god after all.
So absorbed in his novel, he didn’t notice the larger figure take a seat on the grass beside him. “Hey Seb.”
Jumping slightly, Sebastien turned around to face the other man, “Hi Pierre, what are you doing here?”
Pierre scratched the back of his head ever so quickly, before lying down comfortably. “Uh, Dave said you’d be here.”
Sebastien nodded, bookmarking Harry Potter, and placing it on the grass.
“You alright?” He asked.
Pierre shrugged, “I slept with Chuck.”
In response, Sebastien chuckled and lay down beside his friend, “Get straight to the point, huh?”
The older grinned, “Something like that.”
Sebastien remained still, waiting for Pierre to continue. For now, he’d keep his judgments to himself, no point in doing it before he got the whole story.
“…I don’t think Chuck cares.”
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Seb opted to choose his words very carefully. “What makes you say that?”
“Uh, everything.” Pierre grimaced.
“A lot of help that does me.”
“Well…uh, he just. You know there was something between us.”
Sebastien nodded, oh yes, he knew.
“Well, he’s never wanted anything to do with me in that way, y’know. He always gets all awkward when someone brings it up. And…he just acts like he has no intention on ever letting us actually become anything more.”
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“That’s the point, whenever I try, he always shrugs me off.”
Sebastien sighed, he hated it when his friends were hurting. “Nothing’s gonna work out until you and him talk about it, and if he doesn’t want to talk about it, then he doesn’t have too. He just has to listen.”
Laughing slightly, Pierre looked up to the clouds. “How are you and David going with getting Oscar back?”
Sebastien grimaced, “Not to well, I mean, we went to the police and social services, but all of it was too complicated as Carey wrote it in the will. I dunno what we’re gonna do. David even told Oscar that he’d have this sorted out in time for Pat and Mallory’s wedding, but so far the odds of that happening are looking pretty slim.”
Pierre looked back over at his friend, feeling guilty for being so caught up in his problems with Chuck to worry about his other friends. “I’ve never met someone as determined or hyped up as David,” Sebastien smiled, “He’ll figure it all out in that ADD brain of his, you just wait.”
“Thanks Pierre.”
“Not a prob, Sebby.”
*&*&*&*
Jeff nodded vaguely over the phone, he loved Chuck, he really did, but good grief, the guy could fret over anything.
“-and don’t be upset at me for calling you, it’s just, I know that Pierre would’ve gone to Seb, so-“
Gah, Jeff just tuned out again, waving as Rene came into the room, having just returned from more wedding preparations with Mallory and the rest of the girls. He couldn’t keep the grin from his face when he saw his nine-year old daughter Josette come in with her.
“-I don’t even know why I let Pierre in last night! I should’ve just stayed inside! Argh, this is-“
Rene noted Jeff rolling his eyes and laughed, before going into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Josette however, delved further into the room, and sat herself onto her Father’s lap. Suddenly fed up with Chuck’s chatter, he opted to speak up.
“Chuck, just shut up for a sec alright.”
There was a patient silence on the other end of the line. Right, Jeff thought to himself, this is when you give him the advice he so clearly needs. He sighed, when was Sebastien when you needed him?
“Look, I know you have this thing going on with Pie, and I know your confused about it,” He paused, watching as Josette fidgeted on his lap, and started playing with his fingers upon the hand which was holding her. Suddenly, inspiration hit. “Chuck, Collette has just left you for Christ’s sake, take a break from the bed buddies and go talk to your kids. Lord knows, they need a parent right now a lot more than you need Pierre.”
And with that, Jeff hung up the phone. God, that felt good. He only hoped it was of some help to Chuck. Deciding to let it go, he stood up swiftly, swinging a giggling Josette into his arms.
“Hehe, Daddy!”
He grinned, “To lunch, Josie!”
She smiled in return, holding her two little arms up into the air, “To lunch!”
*
Chuck grimaced slightly at the dial tone on the other end of the line. He contemplated calling Jeff up and harassing him into listening, but he quickly discarded the idea.
“Dad, what’s for lunch?”
Chuck turned around to face his eldest son, Phillipe. His brown hair the same as his own, but the same green eyes that Collette had. Maybe he should take Jeff’s advice. Just for now.
Smiling slightly, he picked the boy up and headed into the living room, “How about we go out. McDonalds sound alright?”
“Yea!” Phillipe replied, with all enthusiasm.
Chuck felt his grin broaden, as he put Phillipe on the ground, and grabbed his and his other son’s hand. And together, the three headed towards the car.
*&*&*&*
David and Sebastien sat on the sofa together, the OC marathon was still on the Classics channel, so they were content for the time being.
The younger sat up slightly from his position in his lover’s arms, before turning to face him. (It was an ad break, so they wouldn’t miss anything.)
“David…I talked to Pie today.”
David looked over, a little disgruntled at Sebastien having moved.
“Yea?”
“He slept with Chuck.”
The older boys eyebrows leapt into his hairline, and he chuckled, responding with a “No shit?”
Sebastien smiled, “Yea, uh, he was also worried about Oscar. He wanted to know what was happening.”
David took a deep breath, “I dunno right now.”
His lover sighed deeply, leaning back into David’s embrace. “This sucks…Y’know, it’s kinda weird that Carey left him to Adrian…I mean, from what you told me, they were never that keen on each other really.”
David nodded, seeing the truth in his boyfriend’s statement, he hardly noticed that Sebastien was still talking when something clicked.
“That’s it!”
Seb drew back, oddly surprised by David’s outburst. “What’s it?”
“That! Ah!” David was practically shaking from excitement, “I mean, Seb, don’t you see it? I know how to get Oscar back!”
AN: The song at the beginning was 'Ten Days' by Missy Higgins. An Aussie singer, she's incredible. Buy her CD now!
Author: Soph
Fandom: Simple Plan
Disclaimer: Nup, only a few of them.
Pairing: David/Sebastien
Summary: Oscar Cole travels to Montreal after the death of his mother, to go live with his estranged Father
Dedication: To chocolat_attack, because she deserves it!! ^^
Finally! I am so sorry all, my computer's been down for the count recently, and I haven't been able to post.
But here we go! New chapter!
CHAPTER 12
So we've put an end to it this time.
I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine.
You said this hill looks far too steep
if I'm not even sure it's me you wanna keep.
And it's been ten days without you in my reach,
and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
But time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the rose
I let you go,
but you're still the only one that feels like home.
You won't talk me into it next time,
if I'm going away your hearts coming too.
'Cos I miss your hands I miss your face.
When I get back let's disappear without a trace.
'Cos it's been ten days without you in my reach,
and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
But time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the rose,
tried letting go
But you're still the only one that feels like home.
So tell me, did you really think...
oh tell me, did you really think
I had gone when you couldn't see me anymore?
When you couldn't...
'Cos baby time has changed nothing at all -
you're still the only one that feels like home.
And I've tried cutting the rose,
I let you go but you're still the only one
that feels like home, yeah,
You're still the only one that feels like home,
you're still the only one I've gotta love.
Oh yeah...
As soon as she closed her eyes and ears to the world around her, they were reawakened by Oliver-Beau’s young voice screaming.
Emmy sighed softly, her warm breath left behind on the pillow. Opening squinty green eyes, she glanced at the room around her.
It was painted deep blue.
The redhead grinned despite herself, and despite the baby crying in the cradle beside her. The style of the room had been Pierre’s choice, she would’ve preferred something brighter - yellow perhaps. But…it had been his choice, as she had chosen virtually everything else in the house, and now it was awkward to be here when he was not.
She groaned, gripping the mattress beneath herself and rising into a sitting position. Bleary eyes focused on the cradle, and she reached out to the baby.
“Hi buba, no more tears, ‘kay?” Emmy whispered soothingly.
It had been a week since she’d come home from the hospital, and she was glad. Hospitals had never done anything for her, she shuddered, gah. They seemed cold to her.
Oliver-Beau’s red face gradually regained natural colour and his cries dyed down, but Emmy didn’t let go.
It’d be a dirty lie if she claimed not to miss Pierre, but it’d be worse, she assured herself, if she had said nothing, done nothing about Chuck. It wasn’t like she’d had a choice.
Placing the baby back in the cot, Emmy prepared to lie back down, but Charlotte’s timid voice from the doorway stopped that.
“Mama…”
Emmy sighed, “Yea, love?”
“Mama,” Charlotte shifted on her tiny feet. “Mama, can I sleep here tonight? Just tonight?”
“Sure, buba.”
Leaning back enough, and pulling the covers slightly, the red head allowed her daughter to creep in beside her. The two lay in silence for a bit before Charlotte’s little voice spoke up.
“When will Daddy come home, Mama?”
Emmy closed her eyes firmly. “Not sure, buba.”
The girl seemed to tense slightly, before she continued talking, “He’s been gone for ten whole days!”
“I know, buba.”
“Why isn’t he back?”
“Just because.”
Charlotte seemed to accept this, as she lay back and fell asleep swiftly, Emmy doubted she’d remember this when she’d wake up.
*&*&*&*
The Rosengard was hardly what you’d call a classy motel, and as Pierre lay on the moth-eaten mattress, he was all too aware of this fact.
Rolling his shoulders as he sat up, he ignored the pretty, big-breasted woman on the bed beside him. Looking at the table beside him, he groped for the pen and paper pad, before jotting down a short note. Just a goodbye to…to…good grief he didn’t even remember her name.
He scoffed slightly at the irony of this all. Years ago, this was how he lived. Sleeping with whichever girl he could get his paws on, and, being who he was, it was often a fair few.
He wasn’t like David and Seb, not then and not now either. He couldn’t happily love someone forever, much less someone of the same gender. I was so shocked, he thought, slightly surprised, when they told me they were together, I didn’t want to be homophobic. He puffed out his cheeks, but he had felt odd around them after they’d ‘come out’. Being him, he’d put it down to the fact that they hadn’t told him earlier, it had taken him awhile to realise why it was really difficult.
I wanted that with Chuck
And without wasting any more time, he shrugged out of the blankets, and walked out the door. This was it, he wasn’t gonna waste time away from Emmy not doing as she’d asked. This thing with Chuck, he’d figure it out, for all of their sakes.
*&*&*&*
Sebastien woke with a start, and, without waking David, he tip-toed to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, his face was wet and blotchy with tears, eyes far too bloodshot to be healthy. Fuck, he was sick of crying.
“Gnnn…” David’s voice sounded from the other room, and Sebastien shut his eyes tight, praying that his lover would just fall straight back to sleep.
“Se’as’ten?”
No such luck.
“Go back to sleep, Davey.” He wished he could have kept the waver from his voice.
“Sebastien…Seb, what’s wrong?”
Blankets were tossed back, and socked feet shuffled across the bedroom floor and into the ensuite. Sebastien watched in the mirror as David wrapped his arms around him.
“What’s wrong?”
Two words. The two words that broke the camels back, that broke the barrier and encouraged the next flood of tears.
“He took our baby, Davey, he took our baby!”
David sighed hoarsely, tightening his grip on his lover. “He was hardly a baby, Seb.”
“But he was ours. Ours.”
“Not denying that.”
David didn’t move as Sebastien tried to put himself back together.
“He can’t do that!”
“It’s been a week and a half, Seb, you need to stop crying.”
David cringed as Sebastien let out a small howl and pushed away.
“You think I’m not trying! Cos…cos I am! I…I…”
The blue-eyed man sniffled slightly, and sat on the cold tiles of the bathroom. David sighed, kneeling softly in front of him. “Do you wanna go back to bed?”
“No, I want Oscar back.”
“So do I, and we’re trying, but there’s only so much people can do, Seb. Carey had it written in the will, and if I get him back now, we’ll both be arrested!”
David’s tone was getting shorter, he was tired, and had made himself sick thinking on this. It wasn’t fair. Oscar was his kid, damn it! The elder sighed as Sebastien’s whimpers died down, perhaps he’d finished crying for the night. So the two sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Sebastien,” David started, he’d thought this conversation through so many times, and as they were both sitting here, his lover quite submissive and mellow, he could think of no better time. “Sebastien, we will get Oscar back, y’know?”
The younger nodded.
“Yea, and…I promised I’d get him before Pat and Mallory’s wedding, so it’ll be in a couple of weeks hopefully.”
Sebastien nodded again.
“Uh, what I’m trying to say is…well, when you said that, about…getting a baby. Uh, were you serious?”
Sebastien looked up at David, and, very slowly, he nodded.
David drew in a breath, “Uh…well, are you still, I mean, do you still…do you still want a baby?”
And again, Sebastien nodded slowly.
David sighed, a very tiny, perhaps unnoticeable grin forming on his face. “Then, maybe when we get Oscar back…we could have a look. I mean, if you still want-“ David was cut off, when another mouth crashed against his own.
After a few minutes, and they both lost their breath, David smiled impishly down at his lover.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
*&*&*&*
::knock::knock::
Pierre stood outside of Chuck’s large brick house, rubbing his hands together for warmth, before knocking again.
::knock::knock::knock::
Getting the gist that this wasn’t working, Pierre glanced quickly around the front yard and grabbed the first pebble that he came across. Walking to the side of the house and finding Chuck’s bedroom window purely from memory, he threw the small pebble into the air, and up to the second floor bedroom.
Chuck had always been sensitive to things like this, and it only took a few minutes for that familiar and all to welcome face to peer out of the window and into the late October morning frost.
“…Pierre? Pierre, what are you doing here?”
The man in question glanced around quietly, any excuse to avert his eyes. “Uh. I came to see you Chuck.”
The younger blinked, “At half past two in the morning?”
“Yea, I guess.”
Chuck sighed, “I’ll be down in a minute, go back to the front.”
Treading back smoothly to the front door, Pierre waited silently, most unlike him, he contemplated, to be this quiet and thoughtful. He grinned, Emmy would never believe it.
He frowned. It would do him no good to be thinking that sort of things now, not here.
His attention was brought back to the present as the door opened and Chuck slipped out with only a muttered, “Hello.”
“Hey.”
The pair stood in silence for a while, before Chuck finally caved, not having the will power that Pierre currently had.
“Why are you here, Pierre?”
“What are we, Chuck?”
“Well, people, last time I checked. Men of the band Simple Plan and - “
Pierre frowned deeply and shook his head, “I’m not gonna bother correcting you when you know what I mean.”
Chuck sighed in both frustration and resignation before re-opening the door to the house and gesturing for Pierre to come inside.
Neither knew who started it, and it wouldn’t matter to either of them till the morning. All they felt was icy lips attaching forcefully, flesh painfully pinned against flesh and tongues violently wrestling their way into the others mouth. Something so fiery and heated and alive from something so frozen and dead.
They’d regret it in the morning.
*&*&*&*
Denise sat on the navy quilted bed, flicking through a magazine in quite a bored manner. Sully at her feet, leaning against the bedpost. Neither had said a word since her arrival.
After Mimi had been taken to the bulimic-anorexic clinic, Denise had moved to a hotel, courtesy of her mother, to get her girlfriend settled. She had returned that morning to discover that Oscar had been kidnapped by his uncle, and was back in California, and on top of that, Sully was abnormally depressed.
She had been at Sully’s house for the last twenty minutes, and neither had uttered a word to the other, they’d both just sort of gravitated to Sully’s bedroom. Her heading straight to the boys music magazines, and him sitting on the floor, apparently deep in thought.
“I kissed him.”
Denise raised an eyebrow, turning around and looking at Sully, “What?”
The boy squirmed slightly before standing up, and sitting on his study desk. “I kissed him.”
She stared, throwing the magazine onto the floor, and sitting up straight, “Who?”
“Oscar.” He murmured, “At the airport, before he left. I kissed him?”
“No shit? So, like a - a peck, or make-out sesh, or a passionately brief thing”
Sully grabbed a packet of chewing gum from the desk, unraveling it and tossing it in his mouth. “A passionate-brief, but with a bit of tongue tossed in for good measure.”
Denise laughed aloud, picking the magazine back up off the floor, and pulling it open.
“So?” He asked, gesturing with his hands for her to continue.
“So?” She looked at him questionably.
“So, is that it? I just pashed one of our friends, before he got on a plane to got to California, and all you can say is,” He made his voice go high and preppy, though it sounded nothing like her, the imitation was clear. “No shit? How’d you kiss him?”
She laughed again, “Jesus, Sully, it’s no big.”
“Maybe not for you! You know, a real friend would at least be supportive! Give advice or something! I mean, fuck Denise, he’s in mother fucking California?”
She tossed the magazine to the floor again, a little more ruthlessly this time, and gave him an unwavering stare.
“Ok Sully, you want support? You want fucking advice? So, you kissed Oscar, and now he’s in California. Only one question, as far as I’m concerned, what are you gonna do about it?”
*&*&*&*
“Oh you just have to get the Lucinda model!” Rene said aloud. Rene was Jeff’s wife, and the mother of their nine-year-old daughter Jossette. The three of them had returned from their Hawaiian vacation earlier that morning, and now the woman was assisting Mallory in selecting her wedding dress.
Mallory stared at the dress that Rene held in front of her. Long and strappy, white of course, with an expensive lace trim. The Lucinda model was a wedding gown that women gave their first-born child too, and unfortunately, Mallory knew this all too well. So she shrugged slightly, ignoring her sisters cries of protests, instead looking straight to Emmy who sat on the elaborate sofa-bench of the wedding shop, looking ever so far away.
“Emmy, babe. Whadd’ya think?” Mallory said.
The red-heads face shot up as her head plummeted back down to reality. She flushed upon realization, shocked that she’d, mentally, been so far gone.
“Sorry Mal…uh, it’s a gorgeous dress…it really is.”
Mallory grimaced, eyeing the dress from all sides. There really was something wrong with it, why was she the only one that could see it? It just wasn’t right. The dress that is, she and Pat had always been kinda scungy when it came to this sort of stuff though, so perhaps she should take her sisters and friends word. But, then again, it was her wedding.
“No.” The bride-to-be stated bluntly.
“What?!” Faye cried, in both mock and real anger.
Mallory turned to see them, face slightly smug. “I’m not gonna get a dress that isn’t me…” she looked around the room, before her eyes lit up, coming across a lone gown at the other end of the shop. “Here.” She shoved the Lucinda back into Rene’s arms before speeding off, grabbing it swiftly she practically ran to the change rooms.
“Girls, I have found the dress!”
The others could almost see her grinning from the other side of the curtain. Rene rolled her eyes. “Well show us then!”
And even Emmy couldn’t help but gasp when Mallory walked out of the room.
“No way in Hell are you wearing that Mal!” Danielle shrieked.
The dress wasn’t ugly by a long shot, and Mallory wore it nicely. But it was just so, so… plain . Not the sort of dress that Danielle wished for her big sisters wedding.
“Dani, calm down, it’s my choice and I choose this one…the… Gretellin model.”
Danielle scrunched up her face, “Even the name is so average.”
Rene shrugged, “Is Gretellin even a name?”
Faye laughed, clearly still too excited about the wedding to make a fuss over anything. “I for one quite like the thing.”
The bride-to-be turned suddenly, moving to face Emmy who had come to stand just left of the group.
“What’d ya think, Em? Fab, or what?”
Emmy grinned, “It’s a nice dress, Mal.”
Mallory looked thoughtful for a moment, before heading back into the changing rooms. “I’ll get this one. Oh, Rene, Faye, Dani, you wanna head to the café across the road. Emmy can help me pack up.”
The other three nodded and headed out the door, fussing, fretting and bustling over the newest development of the wedding. Meanwhile, Emmy sighed, knowing full well what was to come.
“I’m fine, Mallory.”
“I noticed from your sudden bouts of depression.”
Emmy laughed slightly, mostly in a vain attempt to quell some of Mallory’s worrying. “I’m fine! No depression, fine.”
“Please tell me what’s up, Emmy.”
If Mallory wasn’t still in the changing rooms, Emmy could’ve sworn she’d seen, or heard the other girl pout.
“Look, I guess I’m a little upset over Pierre, but it’s ok. All this wedding stuff is kinda making me remember bits and pieces.”
The curtain to the change rooms pulled open, revealing an oddly disheveled Mallory. “You miss him?”
Emmy sighed, “Yea.”
*&*&*&*
Sebastien sat in the park silently, reading the third Harry Potter book. He had read it plenty of times before, but he’d never get over it. JK. Rowling was his god after all.
So absorbed in his novel, he didn’t notice the larger figure take a seat on the grass beside him. “Hey Seb.”
Jumping slightly, Sebastien turned around to face the other man, “Hi Pierre, what are you doing here?”
Pierre scratched the back of his head ever so quickly, before lying down comfortably. “Uh, Dave said you’d be here.”
Sebastien nodded, bookmarking Harry Potter, and placing it on the grass.
“You alright?” He asked.
Pierre shrugged, “I slept with Chuck.”
In response, Sebastien chuckled and lay down beside his friend, “Get straight to the point, huh?”
The older grinned, “Something like that.”
Sebastien remained still, waiting for Pierre to continue. For now, he’d keep his judgments to himself, no point in doing it before he got the whole story.
“…I don’t think Chuck cares.”
Chewing the inside of his cheek, Seb opted to choose his words very carefully. “What makes you say that?”
“Uh, everything.” Pierre grimaced.
“A lot of help that does me.”
“Well…uh, he just. You know there was something between us.”
Sebastien nodded, oh yes, he knew.
“Well, he’s never wanted anything to do with me in that way, y’know. He always gets all awkward when someone brings it up. And…he just acts like he has no intention on ever letting us actually become anything more.”
“Have you talked to him about it?”
“That’s the point, whenever I try, he always shrugs me off.”
Sebastien sighed, he hated it when his friends were hurting. “Nothing’s gonna work out until you and him talk about it, and if he doesn’t want to talk about it, then he doesn’t have too. He just has to listen.”
Laughing slightly, Pierre looked up to the clouds. “How are you and David going with getting Oscar back?”
Sebastien grimaced, “Not to well, I mean, we went to the police and social services, but all of it was too complicated as Carey wrote it in the will. I dunno what we’re gonna do. David even told Oscar that he’d have this sorted out in time for Pat and Mallory’s wedding, but so far the odds of that happening are looking pretty slim.”
Pierre looked back over at his friend, feeling guilty for being so caught up in his problems with Chuck to worry about his other friends. “I’ve never met someone as determined or hyped up as David,” Sebastien smiled, “He’ll figure it all out in that ADD brain of his, you just wait.”
“Thanks Pierre.”
“Not a prob, Sebby.”
*&*&*&*
Jeff nodded vaguely over the phone, he loved Chuck, he really did, but good grief, the guy could fret over anything.
“-and don’t be upset at me for calling you, it’s just, I know that Pierre would’ve gone to Seb, so-“
Gah, Jeff just tuned out again, waving as Rene came into the room, having just returned from more wedding preparations with Mallory and the rest of the girls. He couldn’t keep the grin from his face when he saw his nine-year old daughter Josette come in with her.
“-I don’t even know why I let Pierre in last night! I should’ve just stayed inside! Argh, this is-“
Rene noted Jeff rolling his eyes and laughed, before going into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Josette however, delved further into the room, and sat herself onto her Father’s lap. Suddenly fed up with Chuck’s chatter, he opted to speak up.
“Chuck, just shut up for a sec alright.”
There was a patient silence on the other end of the line. Right, Jeff thought to himself, this is when you give him the advice he so clearly needs. He sighed, when was Sebastien when you needed him?
“Look, I know you have this thing going on with Pie, and I know your confused about it,” He paused, watching as Josette fidgeted on his lap, and started playing with his fingers upon the hand which was holding her. Suddenly, inspiration hit. “Chuck, Collette has just left you for Christ’s sake, take a break from the bed buddies and go talk to your kids. Lord knows, they need a parent right now a lot more than you need Pierre.”
And with that, Jeff hung up the phone. God, that felt good. He only hoped it was of some help to Chuck. Deciding to let it go, he stood up swiftly, swinging a giggling Josette into his arms.
“Hehe, Daddy!”
He grinned, “To lunch, Josie!”
She smiled in return, holding her two little arms up into the air, “To lunch!”
*
Chuck grimaced slightly at the dial tone on the other end of the line. He contemplated calling Jeff up and harassing him into listening, but he quickly discarded the idea.
“Dad, what’s for lunch?”
Chuck turned around to face his eldest son, Phillipe. His brown hair the same as his own, but the same green eyes that Collette had. Maybe he should take Jeff’s advice. Just for now.
Smiling slightly, he picked the boy up and headed into the living room, “How about we go out. McDonalds sound alright?”
“Yea!” Phillipe replied, with all enthusiasm.
Chuck felt his grin broaden, as he put Phillipe on the ground, and grabbed his and his other son’s hand. And together, the three headed towards the car.
*&*&*&*
David and Sebastien sat on the sofa together, the OC marathon was still on the Classics channel, so they were content for the time being.
The younger sat up slightly from his position in his lover’s arms, before turning to face him. (It was an ad break, so they wouldn’t miss anything.)
“David…I talked to Pie today.”
David looked over, a little disgruntled at Sebastien having moved.
“Yea?”
“He slept with Chuck.”
The older boys eyebrows leapt into his hairline, and he chuckled, responding with a “No shit?”
Sebastien smiled, “Yea, uh, he was also worried about Oscar. He wanted to know what was happening.”
David took a deep breath, “I dunno right now.”
His lover sighed deeply, leaning back into David’s embrace. “This sucks…Y’know, it’s kinda weird that Carey left him to Adrian…I mean, from what you told me, they were never that keen on each other really.”
David nodded, seeing the truth in his boyfriend’s statement, he hardly noticed that Sebastien was still talking when something clicked.
“That’s it!”
Seb drew back, oddly surprised by David’s outburst. “What’s it?”
“That! Ah!” David was practically shaking from excitement, “I mean, Seb, don’t you see it? I know how to get Oscar back!”
AN: The song at the beginning was 'Ten Days' by Missy Higgins. An Aussie singer, she's incredible. Buy her CD now!